Chapter 21: Wanting

Winter's throat was already dry from screaming too much, but she had not given up hope yet. Maybe there was someone out there in this city who would be willing to help her. And she was right. Just as Rylan was about to rip pull down her pencil skirt, someone punched him in the face, making his head hit the wall next to him as an impact. Winter was finally released from the death grip. She gasped for air, the pain in her bones becoming more prominent. She managed to move her muscles and make herself sit on the ground, her back leaning against the wall, as she watched her boss being beaten to a pulp. She looked up at her savior through her blurry vision. How could she have forgotten that there was this one person that she could count on, no matter what? "Zane," she called out in a weak voice, which went unheard by him in a fit of rage as a series of curses kept escaping his mouth. She had never seen him this furious, neither did she ever want to again. "Zane, stop. You will kill him.